addendum – find toto discussion from the old days.

8th grade dance with Shelly
8th grade dance re: “Refreshments incident”
insert ferry story
remark on todays fiasco re: data, repairs, food.

design changes? easy font, comfortable sizes.

Testing!!

and, good night!

Took 97% of my personal stuff home form work tonight… I don’t want to have to make 2 trips when I leave.

How many of you folks could care less about the coming Superbowl? I like the name of the new Maryland team (The Ravens), and the aspect of the Norse combat between the two names.. (Odin’s Birds vs the Giants) but I’ve managed to completely not follow football for however long the season has run.

Digging JennyLee’s broadcast tonight.. Ornj & I thrust into a weird melange of past and contemporary times..

Thinking again of how much I love Ornj.. she’s so gear.

WOODSTOCK
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
by Joni Mitchel

Well I came across a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him tell where are you going
This he told me
Well I am going down to Yasgur’s farm
Going to join in a rock and roll band
Goin’ to get back to the land to set my soul free
We are stardust, we are golden
We are 2 billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Well then can I walk beside you
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel like I’m a cog in something turning
And maybe it’s the time of year
Yes and maybe it’s the time of man
And I don’t know who I am
But life is for learning
We are stardust, we are golden
We are 2 billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden
We are 2 billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Lianna‘s gone… another casualty of the transience of LJ… but, I have her Vagg address, so she still gets a little heart-shaped smile. 🙂 I hope that where ever you go, happiness follows!

Glitterdyke pointed this out!

Pokemon name generator… 🙂

Name – Hypnomander

Profile
You live in the meadows of New York, and your diet consists mostly of grapes, donuts and tea.

Characteristics
(Combat and Non-combat)
You can swim in lava. You can eat Dr. Pepper. You can throw 8-track tapes. You have a fear of tahini. You can puke fire. You can eat maple syrup. You have a winning smile.

Natural Enemies
Your natural enemy is Berttung.

The food is pretty right, anyhow. 🙂 I rather like tahini, though. i’ve only puked fire once, after that pineapple/hot pepper chutney pizza.

Here I sit, contemplating a business proposition from one of my hippie-pals, Dave.

He wants me to go in partners with him on a venture. web-wise. My side would be ASP, database stuff, and his would be graphic design of a web site. My two reasons for giving pause are: 1- Working with a friend… I’ve seen a few friendships fall apart when put to the business litmus. I value my friendship with him much more than any business venture. 2- How much of my time will this take? Its going to be a profit-sharing thing, so no paychecks, just split rewards. I don’t want a present-tense non-income to interrupt my search for present time money influx.

I know that I’ll help him, at least. He’s a good one with art, but the programming side is more my speed… Maybe I’ll see if I can work on a consultation basis?

I still would like a good telecommunication gig.. Something to validate me getting DSL, and working in my boxers, kitten in lap. Anyone want to toss that job my way?

just heard – “Hold it right there, Whizzleteats!”

News for TMAN … Robert is Fired as of Friday. (I guess he’s not so lucky after all… we’re changing all the locks and alarm codes after letting him go, too. )

“I know you’re always busy, but I can’t think of anyone else with your unique combination of writing skills, underworld contacts, and deadly martial arts.”
– Ken at support

A flashback to 1998 keeno Java-esque technology… Paul Clark reminded me of it.

Spiffy 3d thesaurus

The day began with a squeeze from my love, and then a pile of dung tossed in my general direction at work. Lots of folks under stress, much work augmented by the recent firings, plus people who either prefer not to communicate (or ar incapable of doing so). I arrive, and a swarm of irritating gnats begin to buzz in my ears. Only thoughts of Ornj are able to fend off the vile plague of their stress. I set wheels in motion, and correct problems with the west palm office, cert production, and missing Bheesham phone numbers. Poor Kev is suffering more than I am, as he’s on the road, manually loading software to sites who have no phone systems of value.

Still a trifle agitated, but things are calming. I hope that Ornj gets her mail today… I get to do big time VAGG stuff this weekend, must remember to get my stamps, and other such stuff.

Thoughts of my most dear calms me… she’s a touchstone, a beacon of joy in these murky seas.

I love her so much, I feel as if I’m flying… tucked her in, and now I’m going to bed.

?!?! So many people back? Or were they never fired after all?

Robert, Greg, Michelle…they’re all here?

Why does a hippie like me like dragnet so much? I think it’s great!

Dear Straight Dope:

Besides their poetic value to the song, what is the significance (if any) of the “parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme” in Simon and Garfunkel’s song “Scarborough Fair?” –Jeny Dowlin

Scarborough Fair was not a fair as we know it today (although it attracted jesters and jugglers) but a huge 45-day trading event starting August 15–exceptionally long for a fair in medieval England. People from all over Great Britain, and even some from the continent, came to the seaside town of Scarborough in the north of England to do their business. Eventually the harbor started to decline, and so did the fair. People are still going to Scarborough–it’s a tourist resort now–but all they get is parsley, sage, and rosemary. They just don’t have the thyme.

No one knows who wrote the original song “Scarborough Fair,” though most feel it dates from the middle ages. Bards in medieval England (or “shapers,” as they were called) didn’t usually take credit for songs they wrote. Most learned “Scarborough Fair,” then took it from town to town where others heard it and passed it along. Each shaper changed the lyrics and arrangements to suit his or her style. Following this tradition, Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel used only a small portion of the “original” lyrics on their 1966 album, “Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.”

Though meaningless to most now, the four herbs spoke to the imaginations of medieval folk much as roses do today:

Parsley takes away the bitterness, in a spiritual as well as practical sense. Phytotherapists still prescribe parsley for people who suffer from indigestion. Eating a leaf of parsley with a meal is said to make spinach and other heavy vegetables easier to digest.

Sage has symbolized strength for thousands of years.

Rosemary–faithfulness, love and remembrance. Ancient Greek swains used to give rosemary to their ladies, and the custom of a bride wearing twigs of rosemary in her hair is still practiced in England and several other European countries today. The herb also stands for sensibility and prudence. Ancient Roman doctors recommended putting a small bag of rosemary leaves under the pillow of someone who had to perform a difficult mental task, such as an exam. Rosemary is associated with feminine love, because it’s very strong and tough, although it grows slowly.

Thyme represents courage. At the time Scarborough Fair was written, knights wore images of thyme on their battle shields as a symbol of their courage and endurance. Guess even then when thyme took a licking, it kept on ticking.

–SDSTAFF Songbird
Straight Dope Science Advisory Board.

Cows produce on average produces 10 gallons of saliva a day? is that true?